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FROM Shadowing the Ground (1991) The World The world is so difficult to give up, tied to it by small things, my eyes noting movement, color and form. I am watching, unable to leave, for something is happening, and so I stand in a shower of rain or under a hot sun, worn out with looking. The Sunlight, Piercing the Gloom of this House The sunlight, piercing the gloom of this house, has pierced me to where memory lives of a prophetic joy when I was young, now quiescent, nearly forgotten beneath the surface of my aging but for the sudden entrance of sunlight into this house. Sometimes I Think I've Lived TooLong Sometimes I think I've lived too long, repeating mistakes and pleasures. What are trees, grass, and sky to me but emblems of the life that escapes me? In my search for religion I have found science; in my search for final cause I'm contained in its study. 155 ...

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